Posts Tagged 'life'

Sometimes the weight of being an adult can be really tiring. For instance, my better half is currently working two jobs, which leaves me without help around the house. Which leaves me to clean, and cook, and take care of the dogs. That’s probably enough to fill the weeknights on a normal week. Add to that constant trips to the chiropractor for my crooked spine, grocery shopping trips, laundry, and the fact that this week not only is the parking garage being cleaned, but the dryer vents too. That means the dogs are coming to work with me tomorrow. That *should* be fine, but I am also too tired to deal with it if they go apeshit in the office. Hell, at this point I’d let them start a garbage fire in here.
Also add to that the fact that my medication makes me tired on a GOOD day, not to mention the very busy days I seem to have been having recently. Someone had better let me know if they develop a device that can stop time, because I’d like a month off.
Frankly all I want to do today is go home, have a nap, and rest on the sofa for the evening. Instead I have to run over to the parking lot by my house, pick up my car, drive it home, get the dogs their dinner, make my own dinner, go to the chiropractor, and then come back and make sure the apartment is clean because there are going to be some random duct-cleaning people in the apartment.
Maybe I should start napping under my desk.
Hopefully next week will be slower and I can just lay the hell down!

I need heeeeelp! I think I’ve run into a mental roadblock. That, or the anti-depressants are working so well they’ve stopped my ability to think in a creative manner. But don’t worry, that’s just a side effect and should wear off within 1-2 weeks. Yes, I’ve switched meds back onto Effexor because frankly, it was the only thing I’ve used in the past year and a half that’s actually done the proper job, or at least what I think it’s supposed to do. The other what? 5 that I’ve been on? They’ve all been progressively worse, I think. I guess that’s just a personal side effect when you work with the brain.
Anyhooters, I’m wondering what you, the lovely reader would like to see? I mean, I generally just write whatever I like, but is there something in particular that you’d like to see, or read? I’m up for whatever! Product reviews, general complaining, pug stories, youtube videos, whatevs! I guess when you are faced with any number of options, it’s sort of hard to pick. I need to be put in a box! I had this same issue when I’d be drawing. If someone actually told me to draw something, I would, but if I just had to sit and think about something to draw, nothing would come to mind!
So yeah, any suggestions? Even if you liked when I wrote about something in particular in the past. I’ve tended to have evolved from a blog that was very introspective to one that I more or less find entertaining. I think i was just more introspective in the beginning (4, 5 years ago now?! Ack!) because I was depressed and un-medicated, but come medication time, BAM, I am happy and sarcastic as a clam.
This reminds me that I was watching a youtube video the other day about this chick that was super happy and didn’t really have anything negative to say, and I was all like, “What the shit? She’s so….so….HAPPY! How can she not complain about anything?” But maybe that’s where I get my brand of humour from. From the misgivings of life and from all the shit that happens. That’s how it’s always been though. Crazy crap happens to me that, when combined, people tend to be amazed with. This is why my memoirs will be so entertaining someday. And my friends, that someday will be after my mom passes away, because no one really wants to tell their mom what they really think of them! And where would I be with all my stories if I didn’t have her? Whose nightstand would I find lube on? No one. I can tell you that right now.
On a side note, the office smelled like grilled cheese this morning, which almost made me think I was having a heart attack or something. Luckily I had already had one because one of my bosses had PUMPED UP THE JAMS on the radio last night, leaving dreary-eyed me to turn on the radio this morning and shit myself right out of the room because it was so loud. It really makes me wonder what kind of terrible dance parties are happening when I’m not around. I hope there are a lot of them.